Holy Shit, I havn't touched this since leaving Prague September 28th, 2013... how absolutely depressing... all I have to say is that it was a bittersweet end. To keep it simple and full of pictures for you, I rounded it out with plenty of curves and turns, poured my own beers then puking on my own shoes, then jumping back to the UK to find Ian Curtis on behalf of my old man.
The rest of my time in Munich:
Wandering through Prague:
Stranger helping me make the best present ever for my old man
Macclesfield Station
